"The rag doll itself is also a toy." Han Fei used a sharp knife to flip through the trash can to make sure the rag doll was not hiding inside.
Maybe it was because the noise made by turning over garbage and toys was too loud. There were footsteps from a house nearby. Soon the door was opened. A man with a slicked back hair and spraying hairspray opened the door and shouted outside:
"How many times have I told you? Be gentle when collecting garbage. If you want to find something, move it downstairs to me. Don't stop in front of my house."
The man's face was speechless, and his eyes were full of disgust, but his eyes soon changed.
He saw Han Fei, who was wearing a white mask, take out the sharp knife from the toy's belly and then walk towards him.
The bottle full of hairspray fell to the ground. The slightly greasy man never expected that there would be two people standing at the door of his house so early in the morning, one was a wanted criminal and the other was also a wanted criminal.
"You have a lot of hair." Han Fei said lightly, and this sentence may be remembered by that man for a lifetime.
Backing up, the owner of the house wanted to close the door, but Han Fei's five fingers had already grabbed the door panel.
"Good morning, my dear neighbor."
The strength of both sides is no longer on the same level. How can the man's body, which has not been exercised for a long time, compete with Han Fei.
The security door was opened little by little, and that terrifying white smiling face occupied the man's field of vision.
Wearing slippers, he only now remembered to call the police, turned around and rushed to the landline in the house, but he only took one step before Han Fei locked his neck and covered his mouth.
"I won't hurt you, let me introduce myself..."
Before Han Fei finished speaking, an emergency announcement came from the TV that was playing the morning news in the living room. The police listed all the information on the eleven fugitive Class A wanted criminals. The first one was Li Guoer, and the second one was Li Guoer.
The second one is Han Fei.
"If I said I wasn't a psychopathic serial killer, you wouldn't believe it, would you?" Han Fei grabbed the man's collar and pressed him down on the sofa.
"I believe it, I really believe it!" The man was panting as he spoke nervously. The fat on his face trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of fear: "I can give you whatever money you want! Everything in this house you have
You can take everything away, as long as it doesn't hurt me. I still have ten million in the bank and gold bars in my personal safe. We can go there and get it together."
"Do you think I'm doing it for money?" Han Fei sat across from the man: "I will ask you a few questions next. If you lie once, I will cut off one of your hands."
The cold tone seemed to be telling a small daily matter. The man didn't even dare to move. The villains he saw on TV were simply weak compared to the people in front of him.
"Ask, ask, I will never hide anything, and I will definitely not call the police." The man's eyes moved slightly, and cold sweat continued to slide down his forehead.
"First question." Han Fei raised a finger: "Besides you, who else is in this room?"
The man blinked, and the sweat on his forehead had flowed into his eyes: "My wife and children are sleeping in the bedroom, and I am used to getting up early."
"Are they just the two of them?" Han Fei took out his companion: "Put your hands on the table."
The man's breathing became rapid, his hands shook, and his body leaned forward.
"From the time I walked in until now, you glanced at the second bedroom unconsciously several times. You seem to be more worried about the people living in the second bedroom than your wife and children." Han Fei's voice came from under the mask,
The man's heart is about to freeze.
"My wife and children sleep in the master bedroom, and my ex-wife's children sleep in the second bedroom."
"I understand how you want to protect your family, but you also have to understand that you only have two hands and two legs." Han Fei stood up and sat next to the middle-aged man. He still had Yin Qi from fighting evil spirits.
It hasn't dissipated yet, with a strong smell of blood.
"Second question, have you ever seen a very shabby rag doll with one of its eyes hanging off its face and a skirt made of old clothes?" Han Fei said every word.
, the man's face will become a little worse, he must have thought of something.
"Are you here to find that rag doll? I knew that thing was a disaster." The man became even more frightened: "I don't know when that rag doll came to my house. It was the first time I saw it.
It turned out to be in my eldest son’s room. My relationship with my eldest son was very bad, so I threw away the doll without much thought at the time, but I didn’t expect that the doll would appear in my eldest son’s closet later.”
"In other words, that doll is your son's toy?" Han Fei narrowed his eyes slightly: "I see there are many dolls piled in the box at your door. Does your son like dolls very much?"
"No! He probably just picked up the rag doll and took it home accidentally!" The middle-aged man clasped his hands together and begged: "Our family is responsible for our responsibilities. As long as you let us go this time, I will bear all your demands."
I will try my best to satisfy you.”
"The third question." Han Fei's expression remained calm: "Don't hide anything. I need to know the specific situation of your family, including why the relationship between you and your eldest son has deteriorated, and information about your ex-wife.
And your eldest son’s usual performance in life and study.”
Han Fei wanted to find out one thing: why the rag doll was hiding in this community.
"My first wife died on the delivery bed. She was pregnant with twins, a boy and a girl. The younger sister was not rescued. Only the eldest son was saved by doctors. But he seemed to be different from other children since he was a child.
He has a very withdrawn and weird personality and hates communicating with others." The middle-aged man said cautiously: "I have gone to many doctors, but to no avail. He is very resistant to treatment. For this reason, we often quarrel, and his condition is getting worse.
Bad hair."
"My sister and my wife are dead, and only one child is still alive." Han Fei asked Li Guoer to keep an eye on the middle-aged man, who walked towards the bedroom.
With companionship in hand, Han Fei slowly opened the door to the second bedroom.
The smell of air freshener wafted from the room, and he saw a child with long hair, wearing women's pink pajamas, and pale skin lying on the bed.
The room is very clean, the desk is neatly tidied, the floor is spotless, the walls are covered with warm and lovely wallpaper, and the sheets have no wrinkles.
"This is your son? Are you raising him as your daughter?" Han Fei motioned to the middle-aged man to come over. The other man was also very aggrieved.
"I have always wanted to make him more masculine, and I have beaten him many times for this purpose, but the more I educate him, the more resistant he becomes." The middle-aged man did not dare to move, and Li Guoer's knife was placed on his neck.
superior.
"Yeah?"
Hearing the noise outside, the child on the bed opened his eyes. He seemed to have just woken up, curled up backwards in fear, and hid his exposed legs under the quilt.
"Stop acting. Are you afraid that you don't know the state of people waking up from sleep?" Han Fei held the knife forward and pulled the dim red string with his fingertips: "You were already awake before I came in.
Did the rag doll that ran in just now wake you up?"
The long hair fell down and covered half of the boy's face. He was very good-looking. If his sister was still alive, she would look like this.
"Are you the brother or the sister?"
The blade was raised, and Han Fei's voice was suffocating. He did not expect that rag dolls would hide in places where living people live. In his impression, those terrible ghosts were hiding in old castles and abandoned houses. These evil spirits were not controlled by the paradise.
Ghosts are indeed something special.
The boy moved his body back. He was weak and pitiful, with a frightened expression, but there was a trace of vicious hatred hidden deep in his eyes.
"Brother, please let this child go." The middle-aged man said again: "He has a brain disease. He is a fool with delayed development. He cannot recognize people. Even if he sees you, he will definitely not tell anyone."
"Many people are always deceived by the illusion they see. Maybe the wanted perverted murderer is trying to save you, and the relative who lives under the same roof wants to kill you." Han Fei lazily explained.
He raised his head, his nose twitched, and smelled a faint rancid smell in the strong air freshener: "It's right here."
Han Fei seems to be very good at hide-and-seek. He has a great ability to find things and can deduce a lot of things from just a few details.
Slowly approaching the single bed where the boy was lying, Han Fei suddenly swung his knife at the bed. The quilt was cut, the cotton wool was exposed, and the sheet underneath was also torn.
After seeing the power of Han Fei's sword, the middle-aged man became even more panicked. His voice began to tremble, and his body slowly squatted down: "Let him go, he is still a child. Please, I can do everything I can."
Ability to cooperate with you."
"After sleeping all night, the sheets are not wrinkled at all. Do you believe it?" Han Fei withdrew his companionship: "Your son probably hasn't been in bed all night. Where can he be in the room? What is he doing behind your back?"
Grabbing the edge of the bed with one hand, Han Fei lifted the bed sheets as he approached the boy.
The stench that could not be concealed came from under the bed, and the sound of viscous liquid dripping could be heard, as if there was a huge stinky mouth under the single bed.
"Come down." Han Fei pointed the tip of the knife at the boy. After hesitating for a moment, the boy obediently got out of bed and stood next to him.
Without any hesitation, Han Fei opened the bed board with force!
A strong stench flooded into the nostrils, and the bed was covered with various fragments of clothing. Among all the fragments, there was an extremely ugly rag doll clinging to the bed board.
Its eyes hung from its mouth, most of its face was peeled off, one of its arms was missing, and the stitches on its belly had collapsed, with flesh and blood constantly falling out.
"This..." The middle-aged man was dumbfounded. He never thought that there would be such a terrifying thing under his bed!
The thought of his son sleeping back to back with this ugly rag doll every night gave him a creepy feeling.
"The clothes stuck under the bed board are the clothes of the deceased, right? I think many of them are children's clothes. Were you the ones who killed those people?" Han Fei held his hand tightly. This should be the time when the doll is at its weakest.
Not prepared to let the other person go.
"whee……"
The boy made a high-pitched voice like a little girl, and purple-black blood vessels appeared on his delicate face.
At the same time, the rag doll holding on to the bed board also let go, and it fell to the ground with a splash, splattering a lot of blood.
"I, I'm here, here." An extremely weak voice came from the rag doll's body.
The rag doll lying in the blood turned over with difficulty, and all the stitches on its belly collapsed, revealing black cotton wool and human body debris inside, as well as a dead baby with a big head.
The most horrifying thing was that the baby's body never grew up, but the head that was disproportionate to the body had the face of a boy.
"Son?" The middle-aged man was stunned when he heard the baby's voice.
"For those who defend Taoism, they may now face a difficult problem. People are in the belly of ghosts, and ghosts are in human bodies. Killing ghosts is equivalent to killing people, and saving people is equivalent to saving ghosts." Han Feiyao
He shook his head and said, "Fortunately, I'm just a wanted perverted murderer. I don't have such troubles at all. At worst, I'll kill you all."
Han Fei always had a cold smile on his mask: "Don't be nervous. In fact, there is no mortal grudge between you and me. I'm just here to ask you some questions. I want to find out what the first generation ghost is?"
"whee……"
"If you laugh like that again, I'm going to tear your mouth apart." Han Fei hated similar laughter.
"I said, I tell you." The big-headed baby in the rag doll opened his mouth, and all the blood vessels in his body were connected to the rag doll: "She is my sister, my biological sister who was born with me. She had an abnormality during delivery.
Unexpectedly, only one of the two children could be saved, so my father and mother saved me and gave up on her."
From the big-headed boy's mouth, Han Fei learned the reason for the appearance of the rag doll.
My sister was a child who had been abandoned since birth. She didn't even have a chance to open her eyes before her life and death were decided.
After the "rescue" failed, her body was discarded, and her new soul was trapped in the skin of despair. She was packed together with countless garbage waiting to be disposed of.
Constantly absorbing all kinds of abandoned emotions, she slowly opened her eyes among the countless garbage and understood the first emotion, hate.
My sister's hatred was caused by being discarded. As she came into contact with more and more discarded things, she absorbed more resentment from those relics. These things continued to gather, making her what she is now.
.
At first glance, my sister seemed no different from other ghosts, but Han Fei noticed a few details.
My sister died before she was fully born, her soul is not complete, and she has no memories or obsessions.
The reason for the formation of other ghosts is obsession. After being discarded, my sister continued to absorb and assimilate the discarded emotions in the garbage, and finally patched it together to form a monster.
"Is the original ghost also formed by the aggregation of various emotions? It is not a separate person?"
"How is this similar to the reason why the deep world is formed? The papermaker said that the deep world is formed by people's negative emotions gathering together and being continuously deposited. Could it be that the entire deep world is a ghost?"
This chapter has been completed!